Article and Photography by Hoffisterei

Todays cross squad in reverse alphabetical order: Ulf, Michi, me. Within city limits. On a former military training ground. Motocross and tank tracks. Childish men with helmets. Wasted youth.

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Article and Photography by interpedalers
There’s this switch in my brain that I can’t seem to turn off. Despite telling myself it was just going to be an easy ride up and down the esplanade, I find myself riding like a man possesed, trying to catch the wheel of some old guy that just flew past me. “C’mon man,  don’t pull that stunt on me! I’m just cruising along on my easy morning ride taking pictures and now you are turning this into a competition.” It’s 6:00am, I am dripping with sweat and we’re just getting started.

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Article and Photography by Cani Sciolti Valtellina

So, here we are Ladies and Gentlemen to narrate the 3rd and last day of maze. I’m here laying on the couch with a laptop on my lap and a beer in my left hand, already missing the stony forays of the days ago through the lands of thin air and redden arses. I asked Pagha if he had by chance taken any picture of me (riding, or sitting or whatever) during those 3 dayz, but he has bigger problems now. I should start taking selfies…

“And if it rains, what will we do?” – a guest continuously repeating to his spouse the previous evening. – “Yes, but if it’ll rain?”

Anyway, we closed the loop.

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Article and Photography by Cani Sciolti Valtellina

8:00 am – The morning after; sitting in a cafeteria; the barkeeper chatting with a customer: “Holy s@#t! Last night the temperature dropped down to -3°C. Didn’t you notice that?”

  • “Hey Pagha, did you notice?”
  • “Nearly…”
  • “Yeah, nearly…”

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Article and Photography by Cani Sciolti Valtellina

…People say “outside is free” and when I wrote to Pagha to submit him my idea for a 3-days all-mountain MTB tour, I was thinking that that sentence is almost true:

  • “I ain’t got no money at all, so we must travel with tent and sleeping bag”
  • “I ain’t got neither tent nor sleeping bag, but I’ll equip myself later today”

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Article and Photography by Bike Grease And Coffee

Don’t count your poodles before they hatch- Ya might end up with jackals... My thoughts on the weather of the high Peruvian Andes this time of year. Those white puffy clouds could turn sinister at anytime. It has constantly kept us guessing, getting up at the butt-crack of dawn and dashing about for some kind of shelter in the afternoons. Though despite the cold soakings and soggy gear, there is nowhere else I would rather be riding. So many times I stop to just soak it all in (not a reference to the rain). The quiet vastness and the toe curling pulchritude. Unplanned brake lever grabs are usually to just gape and stammer in reverence of my surroundings. Like I wanna take my skin off like an old suite and wrap my silly smile around the back of my ears. All naturally generated by two wheels, a bit of effort and an absolute enjoyment of exploring this planet. Simple, long and enraptured days filled with moments and scenes that leave us in a humbled awe, wondering what could come next?  Its been a seriously beautiful and arduous last few weeks.

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 Article and Photography by Stefan Feldmann

It’s was the only ride that I ever thought of whenever I looked across at the North Shore here in Vancouver. With a combined climbing of about 3400 metres up three mountains over 140km, it was the one ride that always wanted to cross off the list. Starting in Vancouver one climbs the three mountains of Seymour, Grouse and Cypress on the North Shore, each time returning to the base before attempting the next. Each climb on is decent on its own, averaging 8% and are popular with the local cycling community, but linking them together is where the magic is. Especially given that Grouse is a gravel road. Yes, an 8% gravel service road up to a ski hill.

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Article and Photography by interpedalers

I have always considered Bali a place for surfers and Bintang singlet wearing bogans. I’m not interested in either, so it was never on my To-Do list.  But when I found myself here with some free time and access to a bike, I did some discovering. I started looking for a MTB tour company offering some real experiences – not the ones in the guidebook with a picture of an overweight middle aged guy riding a bike in a Hawaiian T-shirt – one ride that caught my eye was a ride down a volcano – ‘The Volcano Trail’.

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Article by Cani Sciolti Valtellina / Photography by Cello / Pagha /Save 

Never trust any Mtb-mag review made by some ultra-skilled downhill bomber dude, or you’ll get burned…  Read More

Article and Photography by Dirt and Dogs‏

I woke under cloudy skies, snug in my sleeping bag, tucked into the greasewood brush near the mouth of the canyon. The sky was getting light, but no color to it. I rolled over and slept some more. Read More

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